Chen Hao's heart trembled, and his figure moved and disappeared instantly.
A pale gray claw mark silently passed over the place where he was standing just now, hitting the protective light of the large array.
The light dimmed instantly, making a sizzling sound, as if being hit by sulfuric acid.
However, as more power from the formation came over, the light lit up again, and the gray handprints were quickly eliminated.
"What a powerful corrosive power."
Chen Hao's consciousness caught a glimpse and he was stunned again.
He turned around and saw an old man wearing a shabby and dirty black robe walking through the white light curtain and walking into Fangshi.
The old man is extremely tall and thin, with a gaunt face and messy long hair that almost reaches his waist. At first glance, he looks like a zombie, which is quite scary.
"Ancestor!"
Yu Haojie and Yan Hongzhi were so happy that they knelt down together and shouted loudly.
The monks from various sects outside Fang City all looked shocked.
They have also heard that there is an ancestor in Qingqing Mountain who has been in seclusion all year round, but no one has seen it and they don't know whether it is true or not.
I witnessed it with my own eyes today.
The tall and thin old man looked gloomy and pointed at Chen Hao: "Because of such a humble junior, you activated the highest crisis alert and forcibly summoned me out?"
As a pill-building monk, he could see clearly that Chen Hao was a monk in the middle stage of foundation-building.
Although Chen Hao had just dodged his blow, which surprised him, but no matter what, it was impossible to threaten Wuqingshan in the middle stage of foundation building.
The tall, thin old man was in retreat at a critical moment and was suddenly interrupted, so he was naturally very angry.
Yu Haojie said hurriedly: "Ancestor, please don't underestimate him! His name is Chen Hao, and he is a high-ranking official in the Han Kingdom. Although he is only in the middle stage of foundation building, his strength is enough to kill monks of the same realm in an instant. Junior Brother Wei died there.
In his hand.
Even if the disciple controls a large formation to attack, he cannot deal with him.
This disciple really has no choice, so I have to summon you, old man."
Yan Hongzhi pointed at the corpses of disciples lying on the ground around him and said sadly: "Ancestor, except for Junior Brother Wei, all our disciples were killed by Chen Hao. Now only Senior Brother and I are left in the mountain gate!
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When the tall and thin old man heard this, he looked at Chen Hao in shock and anger: "You deserve to die!"
After the words fell, he reached out and grabbed it.
There was no sound from this scratch, but the entire city suddenly became ghostly and cold, as if entering a netherworld.
The originally bright light also became dim, and the huge space was instantly filled with black mist.
Countless hideous and terrifying ghost figures loomed in the black mist.
"Yin cultivating magical powers?"
Chen Hao was a little surprised.
Although Qingqingshan is now in decline, it is a serious cultivation sect after all, so how could it have such heretical magical powers?
But that doesn't matter. Yin cultivating magical powers does not mean that only Yin cultivators can use them. The key depends on the person who uses them.
Chen Hao did not dodge, raised his magic power and struck out with one palm.
Boom! His momentum was much more powerful than that of the tall, thin old man. After he slapped his palm, thunder and explosions suddenly sounded in the air.
As a dazzling light flashed, a huge handprint composed purely of thunder appeared out of thin air, carrying rumbling power, and met the ghostly grasp of the tall, thin old man.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
The tall, thin old man sneered.
But the next moment, his sneer froze.
Wherever the thunder handprint touched, the ghost energy and black mist quickly melted away like spring snow under the scorching sun.
His grabbing force hit the palm of the Thunder Hand Seal head-on, but instead of destroying the hand seal as easily as he expected, it was quickly turned into nothingness by the blazing thunder.
This is of course because Lei Ting possesses masculine power and can restrain the ghostly energy of Yin cultivators, but it also means that the power of Lei Ting's big hand seal is extraordinary, at least as strong as his grasping power.
The magical power of a junior in the middle stage of foundation building is actually similar to that of a monk in the alchemy stage?
The tall, thin old man was extremely shocked.
You know, when he was so angry just now, he grabbed her without any mercy.
The tall and thin old man then remembered that Yu Haojie had just said that Chen Hao had the ability to instantly kill a monk of the same level.
He didn't care at that time, he just thought that Chen Hao was very powerful, even more powerful than Yu Haojie.
But no matter how strong Chen Hao is, he is still far behind him and cannot be his opponent.
Now, the tall and thin old man realized that he seemed to be wrong.
Chen Hao is not very strong, but very strong, even surpassing the huge gap brought by the great realm.
"With the current cultivation conditions on earth, how could such a powerful cultivator appear?"
The tall and thin old man was shocked, but his reaction was not slow. He shouted loudly, waved his hands and grabbed hold of his hands.
Wuwuwuwu... This time there was a sound, but it was not a sound caused by strong wind or magical powers, but a terrifying sound like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.
It seems like countless evil ghosts are trying to make their way from the underworld to the human world.
A huge gray ghost claw appeared out of thin air, carrying an indescribable cold aura, and grabbed hard on the big thunder handprint.
The big thunder handprint suddenly stopped and emitted a dazzling light.
Rays of lightning roared out one after another, hitting the gray ghost claws and making a sizzling explosion.
The gray ghost claws trembled, and a large amount of gray mist floated up, but it did not break up and disintegrate. With a continuous grasp, in just a breath, it tore the big thunder handprint into pieces, turning into countless small lightnings and dissipating out of thin air.
The ghost claws roared and clawed hard at Chen Hao.
Chen Hao didn't panic and struck out with another palm.
Amidst the thunder and explosion, the dazzling thunder handprint appeared again, facing the ghost claws.
The tall, thin old man's face became serious.
Just now, he had wondered whether Chen Hao had used a magic weapon or some special talisman to achieve the same level as him when he made his first thunder hand seal.
But now that he saw Chen Hao issuing a second, more powerful thunder hand seal, his doubts disappeared instantly.
Chen Hao must not be viewed as an ordinary mid-stage foundation-building monk. This is a powerful opponent whose strength is almost on the same level as him.
"Ghost Hands!"
The tall and thin old man stretched out his long and sharp hands, like ghost claws, and grabbed Chen Hao hard.
The ear-numbing sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling filled the air.
The light in the city became even dimmer, as if turning into a gloomy night, filled with an aura of terror.
One after another, hideous shadows flashed in the darkness, becoming more and more solid and lifelike, as if a serious ghost was about to appear.
The black mist surged, and huge gray ghost claws appeared one after another, whistling and grabbing at Chen Hao.
Yu Haojie and Yan Hongzhi could not see anything, and everything they could see was filled with cold ghostly energy.
Fortunately, the two of them were protected by a large formation, so they were not affected at all. They carefully retreated to the corner so as not to affect the ancestor.
Outside Fangshi, the monks from various sects also retreated far away, watching with trepidation.
The pill-forming monks are so powerful that even if there is only a trace of ghost energy seeping out of the light screen, it is not something that they, the qi-refining monks, can resist.